Chains of ink laid onto the page, what they say is hard to gauge. Mixed up brain always the same; mixed capitals and lower case fall to the paper with diminishing grace. Letter after letter word after word the sentences chase. Grammar so grim, hiding within the limes on the page, the result of the … Continue reading Dyslexia 4
Heart Thief
Your pulse is racing, what are you facing, door opens, you are embracing. Candles in silver holders sit on the table, perfectly laid, willing and able. Pour a drink, none alcoholic, it helps you think. Sitting opposite gazing into his eyes, wondering what behind them lies. Your lips red with cherry wanting so much to … Continue reading Heart Thief
A Stranger In Town
The tall dark stranger rode into town to find some where to put his weary head down. He alighted his horse and tied it of course as he headed for the local saloon. This mighty man, propped at the bar, ordered a Jack Daniels in his jar. With his tilted Stetson over his face he … Continue reading A Stranger In Town
Life’s a Beach
Buckets and spades and dark sun shades, deck chairs form a promenade. Children in hats play in the sand digging with anything including their hands. Mum’s and dads and aunties and uncles’ grandads and nans all sit around the beach watching the children just in reach. Sand castles and ice creams, fizzy drinks, bags of … Continue reading Life’s a Beach
Entry to your Heart
Where is the entrance to your heart one way in one way out and I don’t know where to start, let alone till death us do part? Chat to you, walk in the park, wine and dine you, the dating lark, but deep within you hold it all in, tucked away in its warm safe … Continue reading Entry to your Heart
Senses #4
The taste of your lipstick as our lips meet and tongues flick. The taste of your hand, as I kiss it like sand. The taste of salt as I kiss away the tears. The taste of food laying on a table, providing you are able. The taste of beer on a hot summer day, relaxing … Continue reading Senses #4
Senses #3
Touching your body with all its curves, soft gentle skin to match your linen. Touching the soft cotton of your dress my finger and thumb your hemline caress. Touching the silk of your sheets, nicely laid with little pleats. Touching your hand, I feel so grand, soft and warm a beautiful form. Touching your cheek, … Continue reading Senses #3
Beautiful Sights
Speak to me only of love. Speak to me only of care, tell me you will always be there. Speak to me of open minds, leave alone the bigoted grinds. Speak to me of perfect days, of sunshine and heat haze. Speak to me of empty minds, waiting to fill with things divine. Speak to … Continue reading Beautiful Sights
Senses #1
I see flowers starting to bloom lifting their heads from the winter gloom. I see the river running so free, life force of nature for you and me. I see children running and playing with glee, from morning to night then in for their tea. I see lovers on a park bench, kissing and cuddling, … Continue reading Senses #1
Playground
Black safety surfaces highlight the bright colours of the playground with children all around, they climb and run and jump, on metal frames and trains. they imagine they are climbing a mountain to rescue fair maids and gallop away. Driving a train passenger laden picking up knights and maidens. A large swing hangs like a … Continue reading Playground
Rhythm of the Ink 
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